¹On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!

¹'Ma otsisin öösiti oma voodis teda, keda mu hing armastab. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud.

²— Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! — I sought him, and I found him not.

²Ma tõusen nüüd ja uitan linnas tänavail ja turgudel, otsin teda, keda mu hing armastab. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud.

³The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), `Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?`

³Vahid, kes uitavad linnas, leidsid minu. 'Kas olete näinud teda, keda mu hing armastab?'

⁴But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother — And the chamber of her that conceived me.

⁴Vaevalt olin neist möödunud, kui ma leidsin tema, keda mu hing armastab. Ma hoidsin teda kinni ega lasknud lahti, kuni olin ta viinud oma ema kotta, selle kambrisse, kes mind oma ihus oli kandnud.

⁵I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

⁵Ma vannutan teid, Jeruusalemma tütred, gasellide või aasa hirvede juures: ärge eksitage ega äratage armastust, enne kui see ise tahab!'

⁶Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

⁶'Mis see on, mis kõrbest üles tuleb suitsusammaste kujul, suitsutus mürrist ja viirukist, kaupmehe mitmesugustest vürtsidest?

⁷Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon`s, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,

⁷Vaata, Saalomoni kandetool! Selle ümber on kuuskümmend kangelast Iisraeli kangelastest.

⁸All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.

⁸Nad kõik kannavad mõõka, nad on õpetatud sõdima; igaühel on oma mõõk puusal öiste hädaohtude pärast.

⁹A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,

⁹Kuningas Saalomon oli teinud enesele kandetooli Liibanoni puudest.

¹⁰Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁰Selle sambad olid tehtud hõbedast, seljatugi kullast, iste purpurist; selle sisemus oli armastusega sisustatud Jeruusalemma tütarde poolt.

¹¹Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!

¹¹Tulge välja ja vaadake, Siioni tütred, kuningas Saalomoni krooniga, millega ta ema teda on ehtinud ta pulmapäeval, ta südame rõõmupäeval.'